Most people have been exposed to some version of the incessant phonics bus. The monotonous and repetitive droning of letters and sounds is burned into my mind. I have fantasized about the demise of this bus. Watching it be thrown from a highway overpass and then promptly run over by a semitruck, … Continue reading If the phonics bus was honest.
I'm a skeptic about all things paranormal. Unfortunately for me, my children are not. There have been several instances in my parenting career that make me question my own skepticism. C1's relationship with the past Grandpa Henry and Ruger My son (C1) was 2.5- years old when it started. We had just … Continue reading My kids are a living Halloween special: Conversations with the dead and talk of past lives
I am sure that everyone has read her comments. She clearly has all her ducks in a row. Hell, her ducks are marching in straight military fashion. You can just picture her perfect little life. You also kind of hope she chokes on her own bullshit. Any news article about an unfortunate accident, … Continue reading I wish my life was as perfect as the mom in the comment section.
"The guilt is a bitch but worse, my patience is razor thin..."
I have experienced times in my parenting life that I have been asked to let "all my friends know" about whatever event or another. At these points I typically just stare off into a distance and look dumbfounded. Most notably my Tired Not Dead partner recently asked me to invite "my people" to a Tired … Continue reading I don’t have people… I have kids: A confession of social isolation.
There is a rule in my home regarding the pristine condition of, well, everything. That rule is that nothing, absolutely nothing, will stay in any form of pristine condition. Somewhere between all the farm critters, my husband's constant projects, 3 kids, and my own general clumsiness, pristine gets lost. I have gathered a small body of … Continue reading This is why we can’t have nice things.
This list could go for days but let's focus on mom-specific ones for a moment. [Not] Keeping our shit together A facade of competence. A well put-together exterior but inside there might be a hot mess of insecurity and exhaustion. When the meltdown happens, it hits hard. Feelings of hopelessness, anxiousness, guilt, and like you're … Continue reading Socially Unacceptable
Taking my baby home for the first time was terrifying. I am an educated adult and stuff, but when I was on my way out of the hospital for the first time with the little bundle, I had no idea what happened next. I was free to go and figure it out. Trial by fire. … Continue reading I can just…go?
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